I was late, so when I found myself still sitting, one stop away, I pitied myself. But then a little girl screamed and began crying …
All tagged bus
I was late, so when I found myself still sitting, one stop away, I pitied myself. But then a little girl screamed and began crying …
He drops me at a bus station and speeds away. I don’t know where I am or how to ask.
We passed a line of peahens. “I wish we’d passed elephants,” she said.
I sit on the idling school bus, knitting a scarf and waiting for the other students to board so we can all go home, but the head that appears at the front of the bus belongs to my father, not a fellow student.
The back of our tour bus hung out over the edge of a cliff on a narrow mountain road in northern India, in the pouring rain.
As the bus pulled away, I twisted around in my seat to watch her wave. How long did she stay on the porch, coatless in December, watching the bus go down the street?
Bus-stop hung like bee-hive over sleepy township. Two women and I, five junior school kids, someone’s grandpa. The girls, careful of their gait, ironed-skirt pleats. Boys, throwing sand over each other’s shoes.